- All right, here we go. - What the fuck. What are we doin'?
What the fuck are we doin'? I just quit my job. It was a good job.
Which you hated. Just keep drinking. You might even need shots.
Why aren't you worried? Right? Ten years. We just signed a ten-year lease.
- $30,000 a month. - We're gonna be fine.
-It's ten years. -It's not a prison sentence, you know?
- We don't have a chef. - Mm-hmm.
Or a bartender. Don't hear me whining like a fuckin' bitch. Shut up.
Maybe… maybe what I do, I just… I convince him to pay the deposit back.
God, you're so inspiring. It's like you never say die. You know?
I'm gonna get you hammered. Anna, can we please have some shots?
Who's paying, Vince?
- Uh, this guy. - Yeah. In the red hat.
Listen. Listen to me.
So you, like, design music videos?
Yeah, I've done a few. I did that one.
For him?
Yeah. You like him?
Sure, yeah.
- The last album was better than this one. - Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Do you like my music?
Yeah, I do.
-Really? -Yeah.
Cool.
What was his name? Sebastian or somethin'?
We get him to run the door. That guy, the eye on him…
Have you ever seen his girlfriend?
I cannot believe you've never tried one of these by the way.
- You have to get me her number. - Anna, who's your chef here?
- Uh, I don't think you're her type. - She's dead?
She doesn't have a pulse? Can you bring her out?
I'll be on my best behavior. I'd love to talk to her. Please?
- Thank you. - Holy shit.
Right? Did you put the wedge on it? The… the lemon wedge?
Yeah.
- Unbelievable. - Really, really good.
Yeah, man. That can wait.
Hey. Want a beer?
- No. - Come on.
-Some friends of mine wanna meet. -Oh, really? Friends of yours?
-Yeah. -No.
Please, please, please, come on.
Please…
Tony, can you take over here for a minute?
Mm.
- I knew following you was gonna pay off. - Mm-hmm.
Oh my God, anything. Anything you want, top of the line, you just ask me.
-Anything. What do you want? -Anything?
-What do… Yes! -The whole fucking menu is mine.
-Yes. -I get to choose the whole thing?
Whatever… Absolutely. Your people, your menu, your ideas.
-Your imagination. -Fuck.
You gotta see the place. What Estelle's gonna do, it's gonna blow your mind.
Man, you don't…
-You don't even know me. -I can tell.
-Really? -I'm so good at this. I got a s…
I… I believe in you. I can see it.
-I can see you are gonna be fucking great. -Fuck.
I love you, man.
-I love you. -You're fucking crazy!
No, no, no, that's my brother.
♪ Shut me up ♪
♪ Shut me up, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ And I'll get along with you ♪
"Call him."
-"He doesn't have to know it was you." -I'll know.
Fuck. I called it off. I called it off.
"Neither one of them listened to us."
"Does that surprise you?"
"You can tell yourself you didn't have a choice."
I call him…
I give him to you…
Gen, my family…
they're off limits.
"Call him."
Hey, Jake.
Yeah.
Is it true about Wes?
Yeah.
Fuck.
Yeah, I know.
Where are you, Vin?
I'm leaving.
I'm on my way to The Plank, and then…
uh… then I'm gone.
How's Gen? You got her?
Yeah. Yeah.
She'll be fine.
She's safe, huh?
Thank you, buddy.
This is me.
It's my train. I gotta go.
Hey.
Hey. Bye, Vin.
I'm sorry I got you into this, buddy.
I'll see ya.
Not this time.
Now you let her go.
Hey.
I meant what I said. Don't fuck him.
Don't.
At the tone, please record your message.
Vin, call me back.
Do not go to The Plank. Do you hear? Do not go to The Plank.
They're comin' for you. They're comin'.
Jake, I'm sorry.
I told you. I told you to go to Val.
- I know. - Go to her now.
-Go to her now. -I will.
You should've fucking listened to me! Fuck.
Come on!
Fuckin' move! Hey!
Come on!
Go, you fucker!
Matt?
Come on.
Shit! Sorry.
-Fuck. Sorry. -Damn.
-What the fuck, man? -Sorry. I'm sorry.
-Oh my God! You almost killed me, man. -Did you not hear me yellin' your name?
Ah… Oh, holy crap.
I'm so sorry.
Don't do that.
Oh, well, fuckin'… I'm yellin' your name. Look what I got.
-I didn't fucking hear you. -Got those car keys?
Give me those car keys. Thank you.
Yo, no, no. Back up. Easy, Vince. Easy.
All the way to the fuckin' bar. All the way to the bar.
That's right. Keep goin'.
Have a seat in that fuckin' chair right there.
Sit down.
You didn't need to do that.
He said, "Yeah, I know."
Whatever you heard, I didn't have any choice.
He doesn't care.
Fuckin' hell.
Yeah, you. You!
Fuckin' asshole.
- My brother tell you I was here? - Mm-hmm.
He says do you know why it was him your mother called that night
to clean up your mess?
He says, "Did you know that we were close?"
Hey, man, if he's gonna tell me that he fucked my mom,
can you tell him to just skip that? That can't be my last thing.
He says, "You were always funny."
"Never took anything seriously."
"Neither did Junior."
"You two have a lot in common".
He says, "Do you know what I did with your father?"
"I brought him here, and I tossed him down those back stairs."
"Just another drunk takin' a tumble."
Can I have one last drink? Can you ask him if I can have one last drink?
Can I have one last drink? One last drink and one line?
Can I have one… one pop, one bump?
I just go out my way, you know, and then I won't fight it.
Please?
"What do you want?"
Thank you.
Uh, Black Label.
Black Label down at the end of the bar. Thank you.
Black Label.
You lucky fuck.
Thank you. You got a… You have a card and a bill?
You want one of these?
- Sure. A little one. - Thanks for doing this.
I can't believe he's fucking allowing this. Jesus.
You know, I couldn't give a shit about your family tree,
but Junior was like my brother.
So when he's done with you,
I'm gonna go after Jake.
Vin!
Get the fuck in!
Jesus!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Drive!
Asshole!
-You fuckin' rat. -Rat?
- You sold me out. - You calling me a rat?
Yeah. What the fuck else could I call you? You sold me out, right?
He was gonna kill Gen.
What? You were supposed to get her out of town.
-She's still here? -I told her to go. She wouldn't leave.
Jesus. Thanks for fuckin' nothing. Unbeliev…
-That just cost you this car. Pull over. -Fuck off. What did you want me to do?
The one goddamn thing I asked you to do!
They had a gun pointed at her head, Vin.
Says who? Pull the fucking car over. I'm takin' it.
Trying to call the cops on me?
Fuck off. I'm trying to help, you idiot!
- Fucking idiot. - Pull the fucking car over, Jake.
- Fucking idiot. - Pull it over. Pull it over.
- There! - Get the fuck outta the car.
- You listening? - Get out.
You fucking listening me?
- Get outta the goddamn car. - I told her to go.
-What difference would it have made? -Get out… I'll fucking…
Right? They're gonna come for her.
She's still in the firing line because of you. Fuck you.
-Get the fuck-- -Get outta the car!
Get outta the fucking car! Get the fuck out.
-Get the fuck off my suit. -Get the fuck out.
Fucker.
Give me the keys. Where are the fucking keys?
- I got the keys. - Give me the keys.
-Give me the keys. -Fuck you!
Are you gonna drive to fucking Niagara Falls?
-Give me the keys. -Swim to Canada?
Here are your fucking keys.
You're a fucking child.
I got a plan, Vin.
I can get you out of the country today.
All right? Away from everybody.
But we gotta go now, and you gotta trust me.
Get away from the car.
I'm your brother. You gotta trust me, man.
- Get away from the car. - I can get you out of the country.
Outta the country sounds good. Let's do that.
Yeah.
Get the fucking keys, and let's do it.
-Get your keys, bitch, and let's go. -Fuck you.
Hurry up.
Let's go. Don't make a phone call. We gotta go!
Campbell, it's me. No, no, no, you listen.
No, I did not. I'm with him right now,
and you're gonna help me get him on a plane.
That's right, a plane.
Who is that?
Are you listening?
Huh? Oh, well, I think you wanna do that
because otherwise the footage I got is gonna be all over the fuckin' news.
Who the fuck is that?
That's right. All over the fuckin' news, Campbell.
Huh? Now you're listening.
Now you're fucking listening.
- Your car sounds like a fucking cat fight. - Shut up!
- Who's Campbell? - What footage do you think?
The tapes, the video.
What video?
Yeah, what do you think? What footage do you think?
I paid you to make sure that video went away, Jake.
You didn't pay for a copy, asshole, so this is what's gonna happen.
We're driving to Teterboro, and you're gonna get my brother on a plane.
- Jake-- - You get my brother on a jet.
On your boss's fucking jet, all right? Or Jules will be painting in Rikers.
- It's not that easy, Jake. - No, no, no. Yeah, it is that easy.
You… you… you make things easy, right? You're a pleaser,
so you make it easy for all of us.
-Where's the copy? Where's the tape? -It's at the Rabbit on a thumb drive.
-At the fucking crime scene, Jake? -Well, you go in a week.
Once Vince is long gone. When…
You get Vince on a plane, all right, I'll tell you where it is.
No, no, no.
If you want my help, I get the drive first.
That's the only way.
Yes? No?
- Fuck you, Jake. I'm hanging up. - Wait! All right. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Fine. Yes, okay.
- How soon can you get it? - I'll get it.
Soon. An hour. Soon.
Well, if you get it to Teterboro, he's on a plane.
I'll bring it, but listen to me. You don't fuck me on this, Campbell,
because if you do, I will make you a headline.
What did he say? What was all that about?
We gotta go to the Rabbit.
- The Rabbit? - It'll be fine.
- What? - It'll be fine. Last place they'll look.
Jess put eyes on that yet?
Come on.
I'm like a one-man pandemic, you know?
Matt and Wes. Fuckin' Gen.
She's gonna be okay. You know, she's just… She was scared.
They didn't hurt her?
- She was more worried about you. - Jesus Christ. What a fuckin' cancer I am.
It's okay. She's gonna be okay.
She's fine. Val's got her. Everything's gonna be all right.
Not for Matt.
Or Wes. I mean, why did he…
why did he have to stick his fuckin' neck in the middle?
- Everything could-- - He was my friend.
'Cause he was my friend.
Fuck.
Anyone with information about him should call 911.
Again, he is a 52-year-old white male with brown hair and blue eyes,
approximately six foot tall.
His name is Vincent Friedken.
-He may be traveling in a Jaguar car. -Fuck!
No one knows where we are. We just gotta get to the restaurant.
- We just gotta get to the restaurant. - Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
- Everything's okay. - Fuck.
- No one knows where we are. - Fuck me.
…armed and dangerous.
Come on! Hey!
No, buddy. Come on, buddy.
You just pull it over to the side a little.
Move your truck.
- Come on. - Back it up.
Move the fuckin' truck outta the way!
- Can you back up? - I can't fuckin' back up. Buddy!
- Come on! - They're giving me no room!
- Hey. - Hey!
Get your fuckin' hands off my car.
Get back to work.
- Clear the fucking truck, will ya? - Jake, quiet.
- Stop fuckin' honking. - Get your fuckin' hands off my car!
Just clear the fuckin' truck, man. My car is overheating.
My car is overheating!
Get outta the way!
-Can you back up? -Let's just walk.
- Back up. We can't fucking walk. - Get out of the fucking car.
- Come on, man. - Come on. Come on. Come on.
Take your fucking hands… Where are you going?
Let's just get outta the fucking car.
-Get out of the fucking car. -I'm not leaving… Fuck's sake. Shit.
Yeah. Thanks for nothing. Thanks for fuckin' nothin'!
Fuck off.
Thanks so much. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My fucking car, man. What?
-You ready to run? -What?
Wait! Wait! Watch out. Hey. Stop!
Out of my way!
Stop! Police!
I think I saw the APB suspect.
Hey. Yeah, it's me.
No, no, no, do not hang up.
Nothing's fucked.
Change of plan. Yeah, you're comin' here to get us.
Yeah. Hey, I'm gettin'… I'm gettin' the fucking thumb drive right now.
We're right by the water. Send a boat.
Send a fucking chopper. I don't care. Figure it out. Call me back.
Campbell, you call me back. I'm not asking, all right?
Right. Right? He's comin' here.
Yeah? We're goin'.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Yeah. He's gonna be here.
He's got no fucking choice.
I'm gonna put you on that plane.
I got it.
Huh? Fuckin' smug asshole.
I got it. This is your ticket outta here.
Christ, I need a drink.
You want a drink?
Huh? Come on.
This is, uh…
to getting you outta here.
What?
Mm?
What?
You just…
You got… you got so much fuckin' heart, Jake.
You got so much hustle.
- You know, Mom and I were doomed… - No.
-…from the very beginning. -Shut up.
-No one's doomed. -But you just, you know…
I'm serious. You were always so good, you know?
And I'm just…
What?
I'm just bad news, man.
Hey.
I'm just bad news. Look at this fuckin' place. You know?
No, no. This is not all your fault.
Of course it is.
Course it is. Come on. It's my fuckin' fault.
He had a gun to my head. You fucking… you saved me.
I shouldn't have been here. I shouldn't have even fuckin'…
I shouldn't have put you in that position. I shouldn't have put you in any of it.
Ever.
No. We both made bad decisions, Vin.
You gotta get outta here.
You gotta get away from me.
-No. Hey. I'm not fucking leaving. -Get out before the cops get here.
- I'm not fuckin' leaving. - Get outta here.
-Campbell's coming. He's gonna call. -He's not fuckin' comin', Jake.
He's not fuckin' comin',
and I don't fucking care, 'cause I don't deserve to get out.
- I just don't. - I'm not leaving, Vin.
-You do. You deserve to be done. -I'm not leaving.
Never should've been in my corner…
-Vin. -…to begin with.
-Not once. -Oh, Vin.
- Not since we were fucking kids. - No.
-Jake. -What?
If you had any fuckin' idea what I fuckin' did.
If you had any idea what I fucking took from you.
-What a fucking hole I blew in your life. -What?
What?
I fucking killed him.
I killed our dad.
Do you hear me?
I know.
What are you talkin' about? How do you fuckin' know? Mom tell you?
No. I saw you.
-I was there. -You were asleep.
No, I woke up.
-What are you fuckin' talkin' about? -I… I… I saw you drop it.
What are you fuckin' talkin' about?
Why didn't you…
Why didn't you say anything?
Uh… this whole fuckin' time?
-Why didn't you fuckin' talk to me? -Why didn't you?
-Why didn't you talk to me? -I'm not gonna fuckin' talk to you.
I'm not gonna tell you. I was fuckin' protecting you.
I'm not gonna… I'm not gonna taint you with that shit.
Come on.
It was a bad thing.
Hey, it was a bad, bad thing that happened,
but you are not a bad person, Vin. Look at me.
You are not a bad person.
And I'm not fuckin' leaving you.
- And you never will, will you? - No.
I'm not leaving you.
I know.
I know. I know.
I fuckin' know.
Come here.
I never told nobody.
I didn't tell anybody. Not a soul.
-You know? -I know.
You did good. You didn't do anything wrong.
It's all right.
It's all right, bro.
It's all right.
I want you to do me a favor.
- Will you do me a favor? - Yeah.
- Come here. - What?
I want you to put that in the safe for me.
For Gen, okay? Can you do that?
Can you do that for me? I want her to have it.
I'm not gonna need it.
Okay?
- All right. - All right?
All right.
We're gonna be all right.
It's all gonna be all right.
You wait and see, Vin.
Yeah, well, did… did you get all that or what? 279 Water Street.
Yeah, it's exactly where I am. I'm here right now. Vince Friedken.
Yeah. Yes. Yeah.
That was the cops?
I told them I did it. I told them it was my fault. Always has been.
Hey. It was me too.
-No. Uh-uh. -All right?
We're gonna tell them the truth.
And, uh… we'll face this together, the both of us.
-Jake. -Maybe they'll give us a break.
Uh… just a couple of years 'cause it was…
it was self-defense.
Right?
I should've untied you years ago. It's fine.
No, it's good. This… It's… it's a fresh start.
Huh?
Without the weight… of everything.
-Clean slate. -Hey.
-It's okay, Vin. -Jake.
I'm ready. I'm ready.
I'm okay.
It's not great in there. Okay?
-You stay out here. You live your life. -Vin.
You live it for both of us.
You've always been better at living it than me anyway, okay? Huh?
It's okay.
I mean… I mean, I wish… I wish could make it out there.
To the bridge, you know? It'd make everything easier.
-Shut up. -I owe a jump anyway.
Shut up.
Christ.
Oh God. I've been so scared the whole time.
That all this was, you know, gonna get
taken from us.
From me.
My God. I should've stopped pushing.
Slowed down.
You can now.
You…
Absolutely. All clear.
What's this?
Anna.
Okay.
You wanna come to the house?
I'm sorry.
I know.
You're gonna be okay.
You too.
Come on! Just show me how you do that thing.
It just looks like you're in so much pain playing the guitar.
- Come on. - It really hurts.
Especially those high notes, right?
- Come on, show me the face. - No.
Show it to me.
Pretend you're hittin' a real high one.
Come on. Come on! Give it to me!
I'm not playing shit until you give me the face.
Give it to me. Come on. Come on.
Huh? Huh?
Happy?
- Can we play now, please? - It's fuckin' ridiculous.
- Just play. - God, you're gorgeous though.
You really are. All right.
You win. I'm gonna start.
You're gonna follow.
Who's ready? Ready? Here we go.
One, two, three, four.
♪ We'll take Manhattan ♪
♪ The Bronx and Staten Island too ♪
♪ It's lovely going through ♪
♪ The zoo ♪
♪ Well, it's very fancy ♪
♪ On old Delancey Street, you know ♪
♪ The subway charms us so ♪
♪ When balmy breezes blow ♪
♪ To and fro ♪
♪ And tell me what street ♪
♪ Compares with Mott Street ♪
♪ In July ♪
♪ Sweet pushcarts ♪
♪ Gently gliding ♪
♪By ♪
♪ The great big city's a wondrous toy ♪
♪ Just made for a girl and boy ♪
♪ We'll turn Manhattan ♪
♪ Into an isle of joy ♪
♪ We'll go to Yonkers ♪
♪ Where true love conquers ♪
♪ In the wilds ♪
♪ And starve together, dear ♪
♪ In Childs ♪
♪ Mmm-mm! ♪
♪ We'll go to Coney ♪
♪ And eat baloney ♪
♪ On a roll ♪
♪ In Central Park, we'll stroll ♪
♪ Where first ♪
♪ A kiss we stole ♪
♪ Soul to soul ♪
♪ And for some high fair ♪
♪ We'll go to My Fair Lady, say ♪
♪ We'll hope it closes ♪
♪ Someday ♪
♪ The city's clamor can never spoil ♪
♪ The dreams of a boy and goil ♪
♪ We'll turn Manhattan ♪
♪ Into an isle of joy ♪
♪ The city's bustle cannot ♪
♪ No, it cannot destroy ♪
♪ The dreams of a girl and boy ♪
♪ We'll turn Manhattan ♪
♪ Into an isle of joy ♪
♪ Ooh ♪